I stopped on my walk to smell the flowers before I had even passed my garden.
The striking deep red, and pinks and spotted white azaleas bursting from bulging buds.
The blackbird running around the garden path, busy in pursuit of dry grass and debris to build a nest. The tiny delicate blue forget-me-nots
and the dainty freesia packing a powerful hit of perfume that floats on the breeze.
Ah, the glory of the Lord is revealing itself all over the place.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ,
Anne, servant of the Lord
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